Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
“You have to sing to them Max.” “I’m not singing to a demon.” “They’re not that different from angels.” “I don’t … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Pixie Dust
It wasn’t as if Andy had planned on being locked in a basement. No windows. It wasn’t like he’d turn … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Prisoner of Love
Ships that Pass in the Night. Missed Connections. Where are you now? On the way to school this morning my … Continue reading Where are you now? Juliette’s Dusty Memory Files.
“Shhhhhh. Don’t wake him up.” Andrew opened his eyes. Two small faces blocked his view of the rest of the … Continue reading Short Story Sunday: Rare Peace